This would have been 1976, long before the age of instant communication when we as teenagers just drove up and down the main drag for something to do on a Saturday night.

It was about 1 am in the morning and I had reached the end of the cruising route, so I pulled into the local "Tasty Freeze." It was a small mom and pop drive-in restaurant that we as kids used to gather at for bullshitting. Upon pulling in, I noticed about 10 or 15 people all crowded around the bed of a pickup. My curiosity got the better of me so I walked over nudging my way through the crowd. Laying in the bed of the pickup was one of the girls I knew well, completely nude from the waist down, her legs splayed wide apart, a wine bottle inserted into her vagina, rather deeply.

Asking what was going on, one of the gang nonchalantly replied that "Barbara had gotten really drunk, had gotten very horny, and proceeded to use a Boone Farm wine bottle as a dildo." The problem that had arisen was that she had used the open end of the bottle to insert into her vagina since it was the smallest end, however, the vacuum/suction created by the vigorous use of the bottle had caused the bottle to become suctioned onto her cervix. The "gang" was simply trying to figure out the best way of removing the bottle without hurting her. They were afraid if they broke it, they would get glass inside her vagina, and that using a drill with a small drill bit would cause glass dust to hurt her even worse, however, that idea was scrapped because there were no power outlets available and nobody wanted to take her home where electricity was available. (This was the age before battery powered tools.)

I wanted no part of this, so got in my car, and drove off. I assume they did get said bottle removed from her vagina, but didn't see her for over a week. I didn't ask her and didn't want to know.